A Glimpse of Faith (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
His tremulous voice body trembling; but a spirit filled, steeled giving us a glimpse of faith of a surety that ...
His tremulous voice body trembling; but a spirit filled, steeled giving us a glimpse of faith of a surety that ...
Fidgety, shy, tremulous introverted royalty hide, run, burst to flight normally, as I approach with my predatory posture sudden motion ...
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew ...
When I am old, And sadly steal apart, Into the dark and cold, Friend of my heart! Remember, if you ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
The Wind -- tapped like a tired Man -- And like a Host -- "Come in" I boldly answered -- ...
We reflect this day on the essence of intimacy, from its origins in the spring-tide of youth to an afterward ...
On your birthday, today, there is time to reflect On the essence of our intimacy, From a beginning in the ...
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
The Landing "Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried, As he landed his crew with care; Supporting each ...
''Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare 'You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day ...
I am a shell. From me you shall not hear The splendid tramplings of insistent drums, The orbed gold of ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
That which he did not feel, he would not sing; What most he felt, religion it was to hide In ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
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